Luyện nghe bài hát Candy Paint & Gold Teeth

I'm from the south, Southern
food dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners, dinners
I'm from the south the old folks they don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy Paint and Gold

I'm in Riverdale on 85, at eatin' some Soul Food
Clayton County attitude let me if you down too
Party all with my people
And if yo' ass go man them old folks they gon' feed you
I drama like Sammy Sam, I'm so plain fly
Twista, Do or Die
Car clean no and tie
Ghetto boy Willie D
Cartier wood grains like I'm Pimp C, I hold the like Bun B
I from the South that's Ludacris that country shit
and grits, y'all full of bits, wet paint, big rims
You can't help, but done it, put the beat in it, dark tints
I'm coolin' it wit' my bad bitch, she sick ass not average
Country with good manners, yellin' Riverdale where we at

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Candy and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Teeth

Man I'm low in my old school, and my locs is on, and I'm so cool
And my top is dropped, so there's no roof and I'm shinin' as my gold tooth
I'm trill as hell, and I'm heavy set, pray to the Lord, but get it bent
I'm from the hood, and I represent, and I turn it up like the
I'm from Texas bitch, no Lexus bitch
Where we ride on fours, with doors that part no plexis bitch
So you best not test us bitch, cause we will get reckless
Catch you on yo' block wit' that big black Glock more than yo' necklace bitch
me who gon' check us, bitch, we outside, down for the hood nigga we gon' ride
My gladiators, yeah they go live wit' them AR's and 4 5s
So watch yo' step, and know yo' place, you ain't trill don't show yo'
Cause pull and pop, and I'll catch a case, and I'll leave the scene wit' no trace

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Candy Paint and Gold
Candy Paint and Gold

Luda!
Fresh out the shop and the candy coated Cadillac stacked on amazin'
Seats look like I hollered at the Reese's peanut butter and made a deal
Trucks shakin' like jelly these honeys to check the spread
Cause I get cheese, and I sandwich myself between the bread
So yo' mind on yo' riches, and get yo' hoes right
Cause in these streets you not unless yo' codes right
This southern living is something you ain't never seen
Ask any hustler his favorite is money green
out tint white wall spinnin'
Lookin' for the ham hock neck bone, green, cornbread eatin' women
We some country ass gangstas in the south
you speak about who's hottest watch yo' motherfucking mouth

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Candy Paint and Gold
Paint and Gold Teeth